Psalms 45:1
My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
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2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
3 Thou art the fayrest amonge the children of me, full of grace are thy lippes, therfore God blesseth the for euer.
3 My mouth shal speake of wy?dome, and my hert shal muse of vnderstondinge.
4 I wil encline myne eare to the parable, & shewe my darcke speach vpon the harpe.
3 I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.
1 O God, my hert is ready to synge, & to geue prayse.
3 My hert shall ordre my wordes a right, & my lyppes shal talke of pure wy?dome.
16 yee my reynes shalbe very glad, yf yi lyppes speake the thinge yt is right.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
2 The sprete of the LORDE hath spoken by me, and the vtteraunce therof is done thorow my tunge.
171 My lippes shall speake of thy prayse, seynge thou hast taught me thy statutes.
172 Yee my toge shall synge of thy worde, for all thy comaundemetes are right.
28 And as for my tonge, it shall be talkynge of thy rightuousnes and of thy prayse, all the daye longe.
7 They haue layed a nett for my fete, & pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pyt before me, and are fallen in to it them selues.
1 Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
13 With my lippes wil I be tellynge out all the iudgmentes of thy mouth.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
6 Geue eare, for I wil speake of greate matters, & open my lippes to tell thinges that be right.
7 For my throte shal be talkynge of ye trueth, & my lippes abhorre vngodlynesse.
27 Hath my hert medled priuely wt eny disceate? Or, dyd I euer kysse myne owne honde
4 All the kynges of the earth shal prayse the (o LORDE) when they heare the wordes of thy mouth.
14 Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer.
8 Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
8 In the begynnynge of the boke it is written of me, that I shulde fulfill thy wil O my God, & that am I contet to do: yee thy lawe is within my hert.
3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
5 As for me I wil be talkige of thy worshipe, thy glory, thy prayse and woderous workes.
2 he hath made my mouth like a sharpe swerde, vnder ye shadowe of his honde hath he defended me, and hyd me in his quyuer, as a good arowe,
1 A man maye well purpose a thinge in his harte, but ye answere of ye tonge cometh of ye LORDE.
10 When ye prophecy is in ye lippes of ye kynge, his mouth shal not go wroge in iudgment.
23 My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe,
7 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
13 Righteous lippes are pleasaut vnto kynges, and they loue him yt speaketh ye trueth.
1 I wil allwaye geue thankes vnto the LORDE, his prayse shal euer be in my mouth.
1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
1 My songe shalbe of mercy and iudgment, yee vnto the (o LORDE) wil I synge.
1 My songe shal be allwaye of the louynge kyndnesse of the LORDE, wt my mouth wil I euer be shewinge thy faithfulnesse fro one generacion to another.
5 Good lucke haue thou with thine honoure, ryde on with the treuth, mekenesse & rightuousnes: & thy right hode shal teach ye woderfull thinges.
30 As for me, I wil geue thankes vnto the LORDE with my mouth, and prayse him amonge the multitude.
20 Haue not I warned ye very oft with councell and lerninge?
23 O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:
5 Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
1 At this my hert is astonnied, and moued out of his place.
34 O that my wordes might please him, for my ioye is in the LORDE.
17 I called vnto hi wt my mouth and gaue him prayses with my tuge.
3 Set a watch (o LORDE) before my mouth, yee a watch at the dore of my lippes.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
8 Cast me not awaye in myne olde age, forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.
5 O LORDE my God, greate are yi wonderous workes which thou hast done: & in thy thoughtes towarde vs there maye none be lickened vnto the.